|Marriage Circa 2011, ©2011, H.Hunter, Collage: paper and acrylic paint|
going too fast for myself I missed more than I think I can remember almost everything it seems sometimes and yet there are chances that come back
that I did not notice when they stood where I could have reached out and touched them this morning the black shepherd dog still young looking up and saying Are you ready this time
Merwin ends the poem so abruptly--as if he's just turned his head to look down at his dog. Doesn't it often seem like this--that those chances to catch something very important pass by in the blink of an eye?